Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Mobile Blog - Day 3 - Monte Baldo

The joy of this apartment is that we need to walk (10-20 minutes depending on with whom you are walking) into town. There are only two routes. The primary route is relatively flat, but the secondary route, via Fornaci, has a steep decline. This is okay to go down for Peter, but only I could take the road up and that winded me.

The reason I tell you this is the day that I first walked via Fornaci, when I reached the top of the street, I saw an amazing flower, with apricot colored fruit. I didn't have my camera, so today on our excursion to Monte Baldo, I captured the following shot.

The fruit (in the upper left corner of the photo) looks similar to a fruit I have only had in Salerno, Italy. That fruit is called neppole or nebbole. Is this the same? If anyone knows, I sure would like to know.

But I digress. The primary route we take to town goes right past the Funivia (Panoramic Cablecar) that we took to the top of Monte Baldo.

We started our excursion at 10:30. The trip to the summit supposedly only takes 10 minutes but with the queuing in lines, the trip took almost an hour. I can't imagine the wait during peak season.

Monte Baldo, elevation 2,218 m (7,277 ft)
(From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia)

Monte Baldo is a mountain in the Italian Alps, located in the provinces of Trentino and Verona. Its ridge spans mainly northeast-southwest, and is bounded from south by the highland ending at Caprino Veronese, from west by Lake Garda, from north by the valley joining Rovereto to Nago-Torbole and, from east, the Val d'Adige.

The name derives from the German Wald ("forest"); it appears for the first time in a German map in 1163.

The summit is reachable through a cable car from the nearby town of Malcesine, lying on the Lake Garda.

Mount Baldo is characterized by a geographical identity, a ridge parallel to Lake Garda, which stretches for 40 km, between the lake to the west and Val d'Adige to the east, and on the south it is bounded by plain Caprino and North Valley Loppio.

It was a glorious day, but even with the brilliant sun, there was still a lot of haze. So forgive my pictures if the distant Alps aren't more clearly defined. Remember, this blog is "My views untouched". I don't use filters, cropping or any other photographic tricks. You see what I see. With that, here is what I saw today.

Of course we had lunch on the mountain. We were, as usual, mistaken for German by our waitress, but she quickly understood English when it came time to pay our check. As you can see, I had my Aperol Spritz (actually 2) so when I handed Peter a 50€ bill for our 47.50€ lunch (tax and service included), I said... "You may keep the change, Peter" and our waitress said "Thank you so much!"

Who knew her name was Peter?

Peter wanted me to photograph these flowers. They were truly beautiful...but the color sort of "burns my eye". What do you think?

Okay, almost time for dinner. Ciao!

Monday, September 26, 2011

Mobile Blog - Day 2 - Malcesine & Limone

Sounds like a drink, Malcesine and Limone, no? Actually just a continuing photo blog of Malcesine and also the town 20 minutes across the lake, Limone.

Speaking of drinks though, yesterday I posted a photo with two glasses of orange-colored liquid. Meet the Aperol Spritz. My new favorite afternoon drink. Well anytime drink. I saw people having this at 10:00.

Maybe I had too many yesterday, so I apologize if you had trouble accessing the blog from the email. (You can also access the blog from Facebook, I'm listed under roger.williams@rcn.com) I was so excited about doing a mobile blog that I wasn't sure how to handle the issues of using an iPad. Hopefully I will work out all of the details in the next 2 weeks.

As Lucy and Noemi couldn't make this trip, I have promised a daily update with pictures. So you all benefit.

My description of this apartment was inadequate so here are some photos to visually describe our living situation.

To give you a sense of where this is relative to the mountains and town I think this picture will give you a good idea.

This view is from the lake. The old town of Malcesine is to the right, and our house is somewhere back on the hill and to the left of the Castello Scaligero. We haven't been to the Castello yet because it is up a hill. Peter doesn't like hills, let alone walking too much. So I try an choose activites that don't tax him too much.

Today's activity was the boat to Limone and return. For your viewing pleasure I submit the following:

We had lunch here. Menza-menza. But my Aperol Spritz was buono.

And finally the boat to take us home.

Last night we had lake trout for dinner with a view overlooking the lake. The last photo on yesterday's blog was of the mountains across the lake. I thought the colors were beautiful. But tonight the camera stays home. We are going out for pizza and maybe another Spritz.

Malcesine, Italy - Mobile Update - Day One

Sunday, September 25

Arrived at Marco Polo Airport in Venice after an uneventful flight from New York. I have these great ear phones that cut out most of the sound around me, so I was actually able to sleep for a good part of the flight.

Our vacation landlady arrange for us to be met by taxi driver Ivo from Abusivo Taxi Service, which was a blessing as we were on the road within 20 minutes of landing. The way to Malcesine is via highway through rather flat farmland, so we were able to get some additional sleep on that 2-hour journey.

The landscape changed dramatically when we entered the town of Garda on Lake Garda and made our way slowly up the west coast of Italy's largest lake to our 3-bedroom apartment in Malcesine. Our friends Lucy and Noemi were supposed to be with us on this trip, but unfortunately an illness in the family kept them at home.

The map below shows where we are located to the lake.

The apartment is on the first floor of a 3-story building surrounded by olive trees and surprisingly one fig tree right outside our terrace. I don't know the normal growing season for figs, but it seems strange to have fruit growing at the end of September in the north of Italy.

What makes this area so conducive to olives, fruit and even lemon trees is the micro-climate created by being surrounded by mountains.

As you can see, we are very close to the town, so we spent the day walking. Following are a selection of photos from today's excursion.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Genoa: La Superba

Today, I read a New York Times article by Dennis Lim about filmmaker Pietro Marcello and his 2009 film La Bocca del Lupo (The Mouth of the Wolf). Filmed in Genoa, which Lim calls  "a city that is long past its prime." 

The article mentions that Mr. Marcello remembered some stories he had heard from his father, a sailor, about Genoa. This brought to my mind, some stories I too heard about Genoa, from sailors, years ago.


My first passport issued July 17, 1970.
I graduated from college with a degree in Graphic Design. I should have started thinking about my future in the industry, but rather, I was distracted by a generous family offer.  Travel with my brother on an all expense paid vacation to Europe for two months. Put yourself in my shoes...what would you have said? I, of course said YES! Up to this point in my life, I had flown on an airplane twice (between Pittsburgh and Philadelphia) and family vacations were long car trips to neighboring U.S. towns with stays in Howard Johnson and other less-glamorous overnight accommodations.

So off I went. Traveling by Icelandair, we landed in Luxembourg and traveled by train throughout Europe for the most exciting 2 months of my life. I returned home to the less than exciting idea of actually getting a job.

At the encouragement of a college friend, I made my way to New York City, got an entry-level position at a retail publication, but continued to dream about Europe. That's when someone suggested that maybe I should work as a outside salesperson at a travel agency. I could sell travel part-time, earn agency travel discounts to travel and still keep my graphic art position. Well that was 40 years ago and although I continued to work in Graphic Design for about 15 years, I ultimately worked in the travel industry for 38 years.

So what does this have to do with Genoa? The agency I worked with was owned by a woman who had a relationship with the owner of Home Line Cruises. They are long out of business, but the Oceanic and Homeric cruise ships employed a 100% Italian crew. My agency responsibility was to repatriate these sailors to their Italian homes for their shore leaves. I learned so much about Italy from these men. Even though the owner of Home Lines was Genovese, all the other Italians I met always warned me against ever traveling to Genoa.

Genoa is located in the Italian region of Liguria, centered on the Italian Riviera between the Riviera di Ponente to the left and the Riviera di Levante to it's right. Because of my frequent stays in Nice, I've begun to see some of the Ponente by visiting Ventimiglia, San Remo and Imperia. On the Levante, I've been to Portofino, Porto Venere, and the towns of the Cinque Terre (Monterosso, Vernazza, Manarola, Riomaggiore. I never got to Corniglia. Too many stairs for my group!) And although Genoa is within hours of these locations, the words of the Home Line's sailors kept advising...Don't go to Genoa.


I defied the sailors' advise this past April when Peter and traveled by train from Nice to Genoa as part of our spring Italian adventure to Rome, Naples, Caserta (where the filmmaker Pietro Marcello was born) and Salerno. To be safe, in case Genoa was as bad as I had been warned, I only booked a two night stay.

Pietro Marcelo's father described Genoa as "the ideal city." While I may not go that far, I found Mr. Lim's description of Genoa in the article very appropriate.

A view from Ristorante Montallegro reached by taking the Funicular Righi to the hills above Genoa.

"Tucked between the mountains and the sea, its maze of narrow streets etched into steep hillsides, Genoa was once a prosperous independent republic and global maritime capital, and it remains an active port. But during the past century it has endured wartime bombings and the decline of local industry. Parts of the seamy medieval quarter, historically a red-light district and now home to a sizable immigrant population, remain stubbornly resistant to gentrification."

We arrived in Genoa at the Stazione Principe situated very near the port and took a taxi to our hotel located in il Centro Storico. The view from the taxi ride reminded me of scenes from another movie filmed in Genoa. Simply entitled Genova and starring Colin Firth, the film shows the city from the elevated motorway running along the port. The roadway is very unattractive (reminding me of what New York City once looked like when the elevated subways ran through the city) and doesn't prepare you for the beautiful palazzi you see once you get into the old town.

We had booked the Locanda di Palazzo Cicala for its location. It is located on the Piazza San Lorenzo and faces the Romanesque-Gothic style San Lorenzo Cathedral. The piazza is one of the many gathering spots where students, tourists, and residents alike would sit at open-air cafes or on the steps of the Cathedral. From here we were able to easily walk to many of Genoa's other churches, historic buildings, museums, and theatres.



The Locanda di Palazzo di Cicala http://www.palazzocicala.it/  is in a 16-17th century building hardly visible from the piazza, as the entrance is on a side street, which like so many of the other streets (or carruggi



Our brief stay in Genoa was beginning to look encouraging. It got even better once the proprietress recommended a small restaurant next door for a late lunch. We were lucky to get into Le Cantine Squarciafico as they were just winding down their lunch service. We were one of only two occupied tables. The guests at the other table were celebrating a birthday and bantered easily with Peter once he started speaking Italian. Put a glass of wine in Peter and all sudden Italian spills from his mouth. Without the wine, he was hardly able to order our lunch, which as you can see was delicious.
Branzino ai frutti di mare.

Mandilli al pesto.
After lunch and for the next two days, we wandered the Genoa carruggi, took the funiculars to the hills above and had one great meal after another, including their pizza which was surprisingly good and in hind-sight was better than I had in Naples later in our trip.

One additional memorable meal stop was at the Gran Bar Pasticceria Klainguti, Genoa's oldest bakery located on the active Piazza Soziglia full of shoppers and business workers. Yet right around the corner, on a street I chose to get us to Le Strade Nuove to see the magnificent palazzi there, we came face-to-face with at least six ladies-of-the-night (in mid-morning) all very attractively spaced along this small street leading to another piazza and church! We would have these types of encounters frequently.
Gran Bar Pasticceria Klainguti. Giuseppe Verdi's favorite!
Below, two of the many palazzi on Le Strada Nuovi.


There are so many churches in Genoa, but this one Chiesa del Gesu (Sant'Ambrogio) was spectacular!



Piazza De Ferrari
Teatro Carlo Felice production of I Pagliacci
Two nights allowed a delightful introduction to Genoa, but certainly was not enough. One of my primary reasons for a visit here was to see the famous Genoa Aquarium. We found it, but just didn't find the time to visit. Although we did get to go to the Teatro Carlo Felice for a production of I Pagliacci designed and directed by Franco Zeffirelli. An added surprise was that the Maestro was in the audience for that particular performance in celebration of the Teatro's anniversary. The audience was filled with young rambunctious students. However, once the opera began, they were quiet and well behaved. At the end of the opera, when the performers released giant balloons and confetti in to the audience, complete pandemonium ensued. It was wonderful to see.



Genoa was not the horror I expected. In fact it was La Superba. I look forward to my next visit. In the meantime, I won't be listening to any more sailors.